by D. L. Savage
So we pushed out onto the crowded dance floor and began to dance. I couldn’t tell if Gina was doing it to consciously turn me on or not, but she seemed to be dancing pretty close to me, turning occasionally and grinding her butt against me, working me up into a horny frenzy. Every so often, she would go and get us more drinks, and before long I had a buzz on, and I found my attention straying around the room, checking out the possibilities of other girls too. I really didn’t want to go home alone this evening.
I turned my attention back to Gina and saw, with surprise, that she had found another girl to dance with. This girl was hot, like smoking hot — long black hair, thick lips, pert breasts, a slim waist and long, long legs. She was much more done-up and dressed-up than Gina, perhaps a little taller too, and the two girls seemed to be getting on really well, grinding up against each other, running their fingers up each other’s bodies to the sexy slinky pulsing beat of the music.
I danced up close to them too, feeling my heart quicken as this new girl’s eyes locked onto mine for the first time.
“Hey,” she said, barely audible above the boom of the music.
“Hey,’ I smiled back, my eyes straying down to her ample breasts for a moment.
She was wearing a figure-hugging, low-cut black dress, and her cleavage was incredible. Her eyes were large and dark and I began to tell myself that she was out of my league — she was obviously some kind of model or something, on a night off from a hectic schedule, and she’d chosen a gay bar as a place to relax and have fun, without all the regular hassle from men that she must receive at straight clubs.
But as we danced, she seemed to stick with us, and the three of us all got pretty friendly. At one point, Gina and the mystery girl even started kissing in front of me, and my immediate thought was: threesome!
The more we drank and the more we danced, the better a night I seemed to be having, and soon I was even glad that Gina had convinced me to come to a gay bar.
“I think Carrie likes you,” Gina whispered, leaning in close so our new friend couldn’t hear.
Carrie, I thought. Nice name.
“I thought …” I began, trying to think up a polite way of saying ‘I thought we could all go back and bang’. “I thought we could all go back to mine later, have a few more drinks?”
“I can’t,” Gina said. “Gotta be up early tomorrow. But you two have fun!”
She shot me a wink and I smiled, oblivious to anything other than her usual cheeky banter.
So from that moment on, I put all my attentions into trying to get this new girl interested in me, and to my surprise it seemed to be going pretty well. She was dancing with me a lot and grinding her ass up against me and at one point she even leant in and grazed her lips against mine. I leant back, trying to kiss her, but she pulled away and smiled coquettishly and I found myself getting more and more turned on, more and more horny.
Finally, I could take it no more and I just leant in toward her and blurted it out. “Want to come back to mine later?”
And obviously that was the exact same moment the DJ decided to drop the volume between songs, so Gina and a bunch of other people in earshot could all hear my hardly-sophisticated chat up technique.
But Carrie didn’t seem to mind.
She just smiled and then said “Sure.”
We all took a cab from the club together, and until we got to Gina’s pad, Gina did most of the talking, filling the back of the cab with jokes and banter. But then, of course, she got out and wished us a good rest of our night and waved to us from the sidewalk as the cab pulled off into the street and the cabbie called over his shoulder in a gruff voice, “Where to next?”
For some reason I felt really nervous all of a sudden, and I heard my voice cracking a little as I told him my address. I wanted to just turn and kiss Carrie there in the cab, but I found I couldn’t turn and look at her for some reason, I was still feeling too shy.
Don’t be such a pussy, I reprimanded myself.
She must have been thinking something similar because as I turned to face her, she did the same thing at the exact same moment, and before I knew it, we were kissing.
Her lips were soft and full and she kissed me extremely passionately. I felt my cock stirring and straining against my jeans as her tongue flicked urgently into my mouth, and any doubts I had about whether or not I would be able to get her into the sack were well and truly dispelled in that moment. She seemed to want it as much, or maybe even more, than me.
As we kissed, her hand moved to the swelling lump of my groin, her thin manicured fingers expertly massaging my cock through my pants. I groaned, not expecting her to be quite so full on. I was enjoying it, though. And I wasn’t the only one. When I opened my eyes, I caught the taxi driver’s eye in the rearview mirror and he gave me a big wink.
We stumbled through the door to my apartment, already kissing and fumbling with each other’s bodies. She seemed totally hot for me and I felt exactly the same way. This seemed to be going so well - I just couldn’t believe my luck. She smelled great and her skin was so smooth and soft and I began cupping her ass, pulling her slinky black dress up over her butt a little, hoping to take things to the next level …
“Hey!” she said, giggling and slapping my hands away. “Not so fast. Maybe there’s things I want to do to you first?”
And with this, she dropped to her knees in front of me, there in the cluttered hallway of my apartment, and began tugging urgently at my belt buckle.
I helped her out with shaky, trembling hands, undoing my belt and unzipping my jeans and then her hands were on my cock, scooping it out of my cotton boxer shorts, already pretty much at full-mast. I’ve always been rather proud of my dick: it’s just under seven inches, pretty thick and smooth and girls always seem to like it.
Carrie was no exception.
Within moments, she’d taken it in her mouth and was sucking eagerly on it, her full lips enveloping its head and moving rhythmically up and down my shaft, slicking it shiny wet with her saliva. She moaned softly as she sucked me, obviously getting a little more turned on, and I reached down and gently cupped her right tit.
It was fake, I realized immediately.
Despite my many attempts, I’d never actually touched a fake tit before. It was a lot harder and smoother feeling than the real tits I’d felt, and there wasn’t quite as much give to it. But hell, it was still hot to be touching a girl’s tit, and I could feel her nipple was rock hard too. I began pinching it a little, rolling it between my fingers, as Carrie sucked my dick, now jacking it with her hands too, the pearly pink head of my cock rhythmically disappearing between her lips.
She looked up at me with her big painted eyes as she sucked me, and I felt myself getting really hard and the first faint tremors of orgasm starting to rush round my body. Quickly I stood back, wanting to prolong my happiness for as long as I possibly could.
It was when she got back to her feet that I first saw it: the prominent bulge in her black dress, there between her legs. She saw my eyes move to it, then grinned cheekily.
Oh my god, I thought. She’s a tranny …
I immediately felt a deep pang of embarrassment. Was it obvious? Was I the only one who hadn’t worked it out back in the club? Was Gina at home right now, laughing at me. I felt my cheeks begin to flush and burn and I was about to open my mouth and tell this creepy fucking shemale to get the fuck out of my apartment, when she began doing something that shut me up.
She began ever so slowly pulling her slinky black dress up around her thighs, and I found myself standing there transfixed, watching her do it, a curious part of me wanting to know, wanting to see it with my own eyes.
Her legs were long and toned, and she was wearing black hold-up stockings. The dress moved up, higher and higher, and then I saw it: the smooth round bulge in her silky white panties.
It looked so strange. Everything about her was so feminine, right down to the silky white thong she was wearing. But that bulge. Holy shit. Sh
e was obviously pretty hung.
As if in answer to my curiosity, she reached one of her slim pretty hands down the front of her panties and scooped out her cock and balls. Her balls were small and tight - completely shaved - but her cock was thick and meaty, about the same length as mine but even thicker. Her cock head was a pale pink color and looked shiny and slick with precum.
I found I couldn’t take my eyes off her dick.
It looked so weird, there between her toned, stockinged legs, and she closed her thin manicured fingers around it and began masturbating it, working it up into a rock-solid, shiny, throbbing rod, right before my eyes.
My own cock was still hard, still twitching, and this new surprise hadn’t exactly made it go down any.
I have to admit, the sight of that big old cock - the contrast of it, perhaps, to the rest of her completely feminine body and face - was kind of turning me on.
“Like what you see?” she said, her voice so soft and feminine I would never have guessed she was anything but a woman.
I looked up at her face again, at her big brown eyes, her long lashes, her shiny black hair, her smooth skin, her full lips. I looked at her neck, which was thin too, with no hint of an Adam’s apple. Then my eyes strayed down, once more, to her cock, which she was softly stroking.
I’d never actually seen an erect dick before in real life, and I found I couldn’t pull my eyes away from it.
Almost outside of my control, I took a step towards her. She did the same, closing up the remaining space between us, then we began to kiss. As her tongue once more slipped into my mouth, I felt something warm against my dick, and I realized it was her dick, pressing against me. It felt so fucking hot and I groaned a little, savoring these completely new sensations that were now flashing around my body like little shockwaves of electricity.
I reached down and gingerly took hold of her cock in my fingers. It felt so meaty and incredibly almost impossibly warm, smooth and hard and pulsing a little. She sighed and shivered a little, kissing me more fervently as I began to stroke it, feeling the silky skin of her rod sliding back and forth as I masturbated her. In return, she reached down between my legs too, gripping my cock and pumping it hard and fast.
Like that we stood there, jacking each other’s big dicks, kissing, and at that point I realized I was having such a good time I no longer really cared what the fuck she was, or what anyone else thought of me. I just wanted to explore every inch of this beautiful, sexy woman - dick and all.
My hands moved to her breasts, enjoying the firmness and fullness of them. Her nipples were extremely hard and I pinched and tugged at them easily through the flimsy, stretchy material of her dress, which she seemed to like, moaning in to my mouth as I did so.
“You got any protection?” she asked, shyly, between kisses.
I nodded and fumbled a condom from the wallet in my back pocket. For a panicked half-second, I wondered which of us was going to put it on, but then she answered that question for me, by turning and beginning to grind her hot round ass against me, her dress working up around her waist, her tanned buttocks looking so inviting. She leant forward, offering her ass to me, and I savored touching it, running my hands over the smooth curves of her buttocks.
Then I tugged her thong to one side, uncovering her tight little asshole. I’d fucked girls in the ass before, so I knew just what to do. I spat on my fingers, then worked it up into her tight hole. She moaned and pressed herself back against me as I did it, and I gently began to work my middle finger in and out of her incredibly tight ass. As I was doing this, I bit open the condom wrapper and somehow managed to fumble the sheath onto my still-rock-hard cock. Once it was in place, I touched the tip of my dick very gently to her asshole, grabbed her hips and began to pull her back towards me.
She cried out in pleasure, arching her back, as my thick tool slowly slipped inside her.
“Oh fuck, baby,” she cooed, grinding her ass sensuously back against me. “Oh fuck, that’s it. Your cock feels so good.”
Her ass felt good, too! It felt so fucking tight, and I began to work up a steady rhythm as I fucked her, savoring the sensation but also taking it slow and steady enough that I might last a little while. After all, I was having such a good time, I didn’t want it to end just yet.
As I fucked her, I reached around and took her cock in my hand, once more marveling at just how thick and meaty it was. I began to jack her off as I fucked her, and in turn she thrust her ass back rhythmically, pumping her shaft in and out of my grip. With my other hand, I cupped her left breast, enjoying the feel of her hard little nipple against my palm, even through the fabric of her dress, and the sound of her cooing and sighing in ecstasy as I fucked her ass, harder and faster, harder and faster.
After a while, I could once again feel that sweet sensation of orgasm building up in me, and half of me just wanted to come immediately, while the other half wanted to prolong the pleasure for as long as I possibly could. I was having such a good time, this was so much better than just jacking off to porn in my apartment like usual. It was even better than … most sex with girls I’d had.
I pulled out and Carrie gasped.
She turned around and my eyes were drawn once more to that pink, thick, rock hard dick jutting out from between her thighs. I knew right there and then that I wanted to suck it, more than anything else in the whole fucking world. I’d never dreamed in a million years of ever sucking another dick, but in that moment it suddenly seemed like the hottest thing I could possibly imagine. Carrie obviously worked out what I was thinking. She grabbed the base of her dick and offered it to me, waving it a little, the pearly pinkness of her cock head glistening in the dim light of my apartment. And I fell to my knees before her, transfixed, her dick now just inches from my mouth.
I’d seen girls on pornos sucking cock, and I’d had girls suck my dick, so between these two things I just about knew what to do …
I held it once more in my hand, savoring its warmth and the soft throb of it.
Then I brought my parted lips towards it, touching the head of it softly to my tongue.
Damn.
It felt so smooth and velvety, and tasted both sweet and salty at the same time.
Carrie bucked her hips gently, and with a muffled groan I let her thick cock pass between my lips, filling up my mouth as she gently fucked it. Her hands reached down, holding my head in place, as she began to rhythmically slide her cock in and out of my open willing mouth.
I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of this thick meaty tool pumping in and out of my mouth, which was stretched open as far as it could go. I could feel my saliva pooling and sliding out of my mouth with each fresh thrust, dripping down and dangling off my chin as Carrie began to fuck my face harder and harder.
I groaned again, lost in a wild kind of animal ecstasy, the kind of which I’d never known before.
It felt so fucking hot to be used by her like that, to be the hole she was pumping her cock into, and even without me touching it, I could feel my dick begin to throb and tingle once more, a soft and distant orgasm beginning to build inside me with each new thrust of Carrie’s dick into my mouth.
I reached up and cupped her smooth buttocks with my hands, enjoying their toned softness, one of my fingers slipping into her gooey inviting butthole.
At this, I felt her cock head swell in my mouth and she stopped thrusting.
“Oh fuck, baby,” she gasped, her voice tight and strained.
Again, I felt her cock swell and throb against my tongue.
I knew what this meant: she was close to cumming, and I had only a split second to decide whether or not to take it in my mouth.
“Oh shit, oh shit,” Carrie whimpered, her cock pulsing once more in my mouth, swelling and twitching.
And in that moment, I realized I wanted nothing more than to have her blow her load in my mouth.
She groaned and shivered, her cock throbbing a final time before I felt the first pulse of her cum, squirting deep in
to the back of my throat. There was a second squirt, this time against my tongue, and then her cock began to pump, twitching fresh new dollops of hot cum which quickly filled up my mouth completely.
It tasted way less strong than I was expecting - just faintly salty I guess - and I gulped it down eagerly, groaning and shivering from the shock and surprise at what I was letting myself do.
As Carrie pulled her dick from my mouth with a wet pop, I felt some of the remaining cum spill over my lips and run down my chin, spattering onto my taught abs. Damn, I felt so wild and horny, and I found I was savoring the taste of her cum, running my tongue around my mouth, smacking my lips, groaning a little as I fell back onto my haunches, ready now to cum myself.
I only had to just about grab hold of my rock-hard throbbing dick before my own orgasm hit.
I cried out as the intense flashes of pleasure hit. This was way more intense than any orgasm I’d ever had before. I shuddered, looking down between my legs just in time to see my cock squirt out a thick white rope of cum. As I came, Carrie fell forward onto her hands and knees, quickly fixing her full glossy lips around my pulsing cock-head, eager to suck up any remaining cum.
The feel of her plump wet lips around my cumming cock was almost too much. I shivered and groaned, closing my eyes in pure ecstasy. Because I knew without a doubt that this was by far the hottest sexual experience of my life so far …
So lover boy? How did it go?
That was the text message I received from Gina, first thing the following morning.
I was still unsure whether or not she knew Carrie was transgender or not.
I looked over at Carrie’s sleeping frame in my bed. Her eyes were closed, her long black hair fell about her face. Damn. She looked as beautiful as any model …
And at that moment, I realized I really didn’t care what anyone else thought of me and my sexuality. All I knew was that I’d had the hottest night of my life with Carrie, and I hoped for many more nights just like it.